Divine paradox
Having seen and so known our quintessence,
that made in God’s image, we’re living light,
aflame in our heart, as our core essence
and though we’re enraptured in bliss delight,
strangely we yet fear darkness of the night.
What we have imbibed has not been ingrained,
perhaps because our heart is as yet stained,
so save shifting into staid cessation,
there’s no way for ego to be retrained,
so we dwell in time stretched meditation.
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